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Cersei gave me the sniffles - Red Death 2019

Gray is about to start in on the person on the other end of the line, already forgetting about the minor physical encounter from moments before. There are far more pressing matters. He is midsentence, cruelty on the tip of forked tongue when there is a weight at his collar followed by a pull. It catches him off guard, and Gray stumbles in his step, falling back as he works to regain himself.

Next comes the pain. For just a second, his vision is lined with stars. His phone is clenched in tight fist, silent, and it takes seconds for the stunned man to regain himself. "What the F-CK?" He's jerked himself free, turning to face his assailant as he massages his now tender skull.

Irritable, the suited man walks down the street carelessly with his phone pressed to his ear. He is listening. Whatever it is he is hearing, he does not like. It is plain as day, etched into storm colored eyes and told through a set jaw. And, as he turns a corner, his shoulder collides with that of another.

A look, tired and hard, would be passed without apology before he returns to his disappointing conversation, muted demands for the person on the other end to do something trailing in his wake.